Today is Keith Alan Raniere’s birthday. At least, we think it is, since he told us it was. He said he was born on August 26, 1960. If this is true, he is 58 years old today. Happy birthday, Vanguard.
Since at least 2005, his followers have had the privilege of paying for a 10-day tribute to him – and this celebration occurred at YMCA Silver Bay Resort in the Adirondacks. Prior to that, Vanguard celebrated his birthday at Lake Pyramid in Paradox, New York.
There was a time when his birthday celebration was only two days, and before that, like ordinary mortals, he had a one-day birthday celebration.
Vanguard was always big on birthdays. And he is the only man I know who extended a week to 10 days to celebrate his own.
Vanguard would also reward his harem members on their birthdays – and female followers, especially young women. Their reward was a birthday visit from him in his birthday suit.
Vanguard was also often in his birthday suit on his birthday [but that is nothing special for he was in his birthday suit nearly every day with someone or other]. But up in Silver Bay, during Vanguard Week, he often outdid himself. Thankfully, the weather was usually warm during V-Week..
His usual policy was to cavort, sleep, cavort some more, eat like a pig, then cavort, then sleep, then arise. Then, he would either eat or cavort of both – during the first five days of his birthday week. Then the magical one would make an exciting appearance on the evening of his birthday – being seen for the first time [actually clothed] by the rank and file devotees who paid to attend his nativity celebration. He would appear at the auditorium where lucky followers were gathered in breathless anticipation of the arrival of their god. Then afterward, he would go back to his cabin – to cavort, eat like a pig and sleep some more.
One of the finest traditions of Vanguard Week was the competition to make him the best birthday cake. Sometimes, as many as 30 followers made him birthday cakes and they would all be lined up together. He would go about from one to the next and take a glob of cake with his fingers and taste the cakes and then comment on the cakes – just as a food judge might.
And if he ate a lot of food, what could one ever say about his sexual appetite. Let no one be critical of Vanguard for this either, for it is not easy to run a sex cult where only one man is permitted to get all the nookie. And only one man gets to eat cookies. The women had to remain on 800 calorie diets to be slender enough to please the worshiped one.
When his birthday did arrive, at Vanguard Week, the devotees gathered to await his lordly presence in the evening and to touch the hem of his garment, or for the pretty skinny women, to get a kiss on the lips. Some of them reported that, although he said he was a vegetarian – he smelled – at least about the lips and nose – uncommonly like fish. His exciting appearance after five days, on his birthday, was a little like the celebration of the days of Christmas culminating with the feast on December 25th.
Vanguard, however, for his feast – most often ate
One year, Vanguard [at the old Pyramid Lake Week site], the devotees were paired and allowed to compete in a scavenger hunt. They were told that there would be a big prize for the two winners.
Somehow, two pretty sisters won – one a member of his harem, and the other – a married woman, but extremely attractive.
They were in their cabin when Vanguard showed up personally to deliver their prize. He entered the cabin, dropped his trousers and said. “I’m here to deliver your prize – it’s me.”
The harem sister was horrified, The married sister kicked him out. The harem sister said he rigged the contest to trick the married sister into sleeping with both of them. They left that night.
Vanguard was disappointed, but since he was always [as his attorney, Marc Agnifilo, has noted] a very ‘soft’ man – he shortly afterward gave out second prize to two other young women.
None of the men, or married couples, fared well in the scavenger hunt, it seems.
Over the years, Vanguard Week got longer and more expensive. At the last [ever] Vanguard Week – for a shared room – the cost was over $2,000. This also entitled you to three poor-quality vegetarian meals each day – selected by Clare Bronfman.[One year the food poisoned almost the entire group – which is something that is still reportedly being investigated by the New York State Department of Health in connection to the matter of licensing of
Vanguard, of course, ate in his cabin and was waited on by adoring slaves in their birthday attire [with the exception of Clare,who Vanguard graciously permitted to remain fully clothed].
Very often Vanguard would show up late to various events he was scheduled to appear at. People would sometimes wait for hours for him. Very often it would be explained by one of the High Rank that Vanguard was closeted with some student he was trying to help with her “issues.” Somehow it seemed that only young, slender, long haired and attractive women had issues. This has been attributed to the fact that older, less attractive women and men were more mature and did not have as many issues.[There is an old joke, sometimes told during Vanguard Week – about young women with issues who disappeared with Vanguard into his cabin to be mentored. It went like this, “Did you hear about poor little [insert young woman’s name]- ?– She’s flat on her back.”]
In defense of Vanguard’s tardiness at events – he – an astute philosopher – and, as he tells us, one of the top three problem solvers in the world – explained that women’s ardor is unleashed in the pristine settings of places like Lake George, in the fresh mountain air, and that accommodating these lubricious women would consume hours of his day [poor man] and sometimes so exhausted him he fell fast asleep while hundreds awaited his appearance.]
At one time, Vanguard Week attracted as many 400 attendees. After Frank Report broke the branding story and hundreds left the cult – the attendance at the last [ever] Vanguard Week  dropped to 125. This branding idea shocked many top supporters of Vanguard. They were even more shocked when Vanguard and then his High Rank were arrested.
It may not have been just the DOS scandal. It may be the scandals of the years that caused attendance to dip during the last [ever] Vanguard Week:
- The loss of more than $100 million of Bronfman money through bad investment decisions by Vanguard.
- The unexplained deaths.
- The people who left and called it a cult.
- The revelations of a cadre of women who said they were abused by Vanguard; many of whom said they were badly abused.
- Vanguard pretending his own son was an orphan.
- Mother and son fleeing from him and going into hiding.
- The allegations of underage sex.
- The allegations of rape.
- Lawsuits against former friends and lovers.
- Judges condemning Vanguard and Legatus as liars.
- The dedication to secrecy for teachings that are supposed to be filled with love and compassion to help humanity.
- Strange early deaths of women close to Vanguard.
But let us not fail to recall the fun that was had there too.
Besides birthday-suited visits with Vanguard with young women, Vanguard Week also included hypnotic induction forums, inquiries, workshops, bad vegetarian food, exercise classes, special events and performances in honor of Vanguard.
And then, during Vanguard Week women mobbed him and everyone from aged-out harem members to cuckolded husbands competed all week long to get the attention of Vanguard.
Despite this gaiety and merriment, this year no one is in attendance at Silver Bay. This is because Vanguard is celebrating his 10-day birthday celebration at the Metropolitan Detention Center where he remains incarcerated because he was denied bail, while he awaits trial on sex trafficking and racketeering charges.
The Feds, learning about his master-slave relationships, 500 calorie diets, sleep deprivation, branding women on their pubic area, and blackmailing women, combined with an array of financial crimes and an already prodigious internet record, wondered if and later concluded that Vanguard was a criminal – not a divine being.
Look on the bright side: While Vanguard celebrated his birthdays in the past with only a couple hundred women, and a few cuckolds, this year he has more than 1,100 men to celebrate with.[Indeed there is new joke going round, “Did you hear about poor Vanguard — he’s flat on his stomach.”]
Within a few days, I will try to report to faithful readers on the results of his latest Vanguard Week.
There are five more exciting days to go.
A performance at Vanguard Week.